Heather 1: Gentle Nostalgia
NB All the characters in this story are over 18
As I lay on my back in my bed, gently exploring my hardness, I thought back to that first time with Heather, when everything began...
Heather was a friend of my mothers, with two daughters much younger than me. Her husband Ken knew my father too - it was one of those neighbourly friendships. Heather was originally from Yorkshire, and her accent was still there despite some years in the Midlands. She was in her mid thirties, with a friendly manner and ready smile. She was short, with mid-brown wavy hair cut quite short, and she was a touch on the dumpy side: 'well-rounded' is probably how she would describe it.
I had been fascinated with her for since she'd moved in, partly because she was there, partly her smile and her cheeky wink which implied so much more, and partly her love of wearing sweaters. Whether they were jumpers or cardigans - or both - Heather 's body was nearly always covered with soft wool of some sort. This made me want to touch her all the more, and stroke the beautiful bulges where her rounded breasts pushed forwards so attractively under the soft wool.
One Saturday my mother asked me to go down the road to Heather's, to pick up some clothes that she had got for us. Heather ran a mail-order scheme, and quite often we'd get clothes this way - but I'd never been to collect them before. Not knowing quite why, my heart was beating nervously as I approached her front door and rang the bell.
Heather opened the door. "Hello pet!" she smiled, "What can I do for you? Would you like to come inside?"
My thoughts raced with lots of alternative answers about coming inside, but I just finished up with: "I've come to collect the clothes that my mum says you've got for us."
"Oh yes," Heather said, with a little wink that made me feel kind of embarrassed and excited at the same time: "I asked your mum if you could come down, as I've a little job for you to do for me. You'd better come on in, hadn't you?"
And with that she led the way into her living room, after shutting the door behind me. Just waiting while she brushed passed me seemed so arousing, letting me take in more of her soft curves.
She was wearing a plain pale grey cardigan that buttoned up to her neck, with a little collar folded down. The wool looked like angora or something - very soft and feminine. Her cardigan was quite tight, and showed off her breasts beautifully as she pulled the hem down to straighten it. She certainly had gorgeous breasts and her sweater just made them stand out so nicely. She wore a matching grey knitted skirt, and simple slippers completed her outfit. But the wool just looked so soft and inviting, I could feel my eyes drawn to her bosom.
"Actually since I spoke to your mum, I've just had another delivery. It was only yesterday, and to tell you the truth, I'm not sure which clothes are for you, and which for my other customers - so we'd better go upstairs and have a look."
She smiled as she spoke, and looked me intently in the eye. "Come on pet, I'm sure you don't realy want to look through a pile of clothes, but it'll be the easiest way to sort out what's yours. You just follow me!"
As she walked passed me again I stifled my urge to stroke her soft wool-covered body, but was recording it all in my mind for playing back later when I was in bed on my own... God she was so sexy! She led on upstairs, with my eyes riveted to her bottom, amply filling the tight skirt, and revealing a little crease at the edge of her panties as she stepped upwards. My heart was beating faster and I was aware of my groin waking up.
I followed her into the small back bedroom, my eyes taking in the single bed, a simple wooden chair next to it, a mirror on a stand in the far corner, and a tall wardrobe next to it. On top of the wardrobe were various cardboard boxes, and another unopened box - presumably the newly-delivered clothes - was on the floor next to the bed.
"Well I think the clothes you want are probably in one of the boxes up there." she said, pointing to the top of the wardrobe. "And that's what I need you for, to give me a hand to get it down. Everyone else is away for the day."
She moved the chair over to the wardrobe, then stepped precariously on to it.
She wobbled a bit. "Oh Andrew," she said, sounding slightly alarmed "Come and steady me please!"
I walked over to her, not knowing quite what she had in mind. She was facing away from me, and twisted her head round as I approached.
"Just put your hands around my waist and I'll feel much safer then." She smiled down at me, so nervously I lifted my hands up to touch the softness of her wool-covered hips.
Somehow her waist seemed too intimate, as it was hidden somewhere under her cardigan, so I held her body just above her hips. The wool felt so soft under my fingers, and her body soft beneath the wool as I grasped her. She smiled again, then put her hands over mine and eased them up slightly towards her waist, just under the hem of her cardigan. I was in heaven with wool stroking the back of my hands and her womanly body in my grip. Suddenly I was remembering every micro second and every feeling, and getting more aroused.
"That's better," she said, "Now grip me firmly - I don't want to slip!"
I needed no second request, and held her tighter, feeling the softness of her cardigan hem stroke the back of my hands as she moved, and the softness of her body under my grip as she twisted to reach upwards. My eyes were wandering all over her bottom, now only inches away from me, as she reached up for the nearest box. She seemed to spend ages pulling and pushing at the boxes - but it was probably only a second or two before she pulled one to the front. All the time I was careful to keep my grip on her. It was too nice to stop!
"Here, can you take this please pet?" She asked, lifting the box, and twisting as if to pass it down to me. "You'll have to let go of my waist now, but I'll hold on to the wardrobe while you take it."
Reluctantly my hands left her hips, and took the box. It was not heavy, so I simply turned around and put it down on the bed. Heather carefully stepped down from the chair, and started rummaging through the various bags and loose clothes.
"Right" she smiled, "I think these work shirts are for you - size 15?"
"Yes," I said, "That's my neck size."
"And I think you've got a choice of one of these two checked casual shirts as well, Andrew. Do you prefer the red or the blue?"
I looked at the two shirts, which both looked OK to me. "Er... maybe the blue one, please." I said, thinking that was it.
"Well I think you'd better try it on for me, to make sure it fits you properly. Can you just slip your shirt off for me please, pet?" She smiled that knowing smile and held up the new shirt, and waited, smiling, almost savouring my embarrassment.
It was only taking my shirt off, but somehow, in front of her, in her bedroom, it was so much more. Saying nothing I began undoing the buttons, then took my shirt off and put it on the bed.
"My - you are grown up aren't you, pet?" said Heather, looking at my bare chest, with its few proud but wispy hairs.
I smiled awkwardly.
"You've got such big broad shoulders now, haven't you." she continued, eyeing me up and down, "and you're looking very manly - not like when I helped to bath you when you were younger! You always liked it so much when I soaped you between your legs - do you remember?"
I reddened at the memory, which I still found arousing and had helped me masturbate on so many occasions. But I didn't know quite what to say, now she was just talking about it and I was standing bare chested in front of her.
"Errr..." I reddened more, "Well I certainly remember you washing me in the bath. Sometimes you and mum washed me together...but it was ages ago now." I trailed off, hoping she'd talk about something else.
"Well I remember it so clearly - especially that little winkle of yours that would always spring to attention when I soaped you down there!" She was clearly not changing the subject, and now my 'little winkle' was as hard as a board and the size of a well formed banana.
"I suppose I shouldn't tease you with these memories - but it was great fun for me, as I only have little girls of my own to look at, apart form Ken or course... Now, let's get this shirt on you!" she smiled, and held out the shirt for me to put my arms in, helping me on with it and patting my shoulders and arms to smooth it down.
"Now turn round for me!" she smiled, and began buttoning it up for me, then pulled gently at the cloth in various places to see that it fitted. I felt so good as she touched and stroked me, even through the shirt. And her attention also meant I could study her bosom from different angles as she moved her arms about stroking the shirt.
"That seems to fit you fine, doesn't it? Now you just unbutton it while I see what else I've got for you..." Her voice trailed off as she searched in the box, and I began to undo the shirt, letting it hang open.
"There's still some clothes for you that I haven't found." she muttered, as she continued to search through the clothes.
It was just so good to watch her body as she moved and twisted, looking at her tight wool-covered arms as she searched through the box, with glimpses of soft grey breast as she bent forwards in her searching.
"Somewhere in here are your new underpants, if only I can find them... maybe they are in this new box."
And with that she moved to the side and opened the new box on the floor, then knelt down by the side of it before starting to pull out the various packs of clothes and put them on the bed.
There seemed to be jumpers and shirts and underwear - even frilly ladies' things, I noticed, spotting a white bra and suspender belt, and getting further aroused. I put a hand in my pocket to ease myself more comfortably erect, but Heather looked round at my trousers at just the wrong time, and then looked up at my face.
"Everything all right, pet?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," I stammered, "I just had a tickle."
She smiled a knowing smile: "Well that's alright then.... Now, where are these underpants?" she said to heself, before starting back looking through the clothes.
